“He made me and Black Sam pole him across the river one night when he was carrying dispatches to the army,” Lon admitted. “An’ he pretty near broke my arm just before he left these parts last, too.”
“What army was he carrying dispatches to?” demanded the first speaker.
“Washington’s, of course.”
“But the old man is for the king, you say—worse luck!”
“That doesn’t say the boy is,” Brace remarked. “He’s a perky lad, I reckon.”
“He may do us harm, then—in slipping away and rousin’ the farmers, I mean.”
“He’s with the army now,” said Lon.
“And there’s nobody with the old man?”
“Not a soul.”
“Well, we’ll likely have an easy time of it. If he’s got as much as they say hid away in the house, this night’s work will pay us fine.”